The Crossroads Dimension was different from other dimensions—this entire place was basically a marketplace.
At its heart stood an unimaginably massive crossroads.
Each road that formed that intersection was a full ten kilometers wide.
And those roads had been permanently reinforced with a shrinking enchantment by some dimensional demon-lord—so even planet-sized beings could stride along them without issue.
The crossroads split the entire dimension into four major sectors. Within those sectors, countless more intersections carved the space into grids of square blocks.
Almost every square block was its own small market. The closer you got to the central crossroads, the larger and more prosperous the markets became.
Tony and Harry walked down the Crossroads streets toward the central district.
What Harry intended to sell was far too valuable—no random street peddler could possibly swallow that deal.
If you wanted to openly sell "a certain powerful dimensional demon-lord's private video" in the Crossroads Dimension, you needed at least a Skyfather-level powerhouse backing you.
Unlike Harry—calm-faced, looking like he'd seen it all a thousand times—Tony was openly fascinated, eyes darting everywhere.
Stalls packed the markets, arranged in tidy disorder that still somehow formed straight streets.
The buildings along the road came in every material imaginable: some were built from crystals that shimmered with eerie light, others from ancient-looking timber that seemed to breathe history.
Their styles varied wildly too, clearly belonging to different civilizations.
There were spiral towers twisting into the sky, houses shaped like gigantic seashells, and even one building constructed out of a huge pineapple—where, unbelievably, a talking sponge lived inside.
Tony's attention was soon snagged by a weapon shop. The interior was filled with cold steel weapons that glowed with magical radiance.
Among them, one longsword forged entirely from golden light instantly hooked Tony's gaze.
Not because it was flashy—though it was—but because the design was way too familiar.
It looked exactly like the Sacred Sword of the Vishanti used at Kamar-Taj.
Tony couldn't help asking, "Harry—why does that sword look identical to the Sacred Sword of the Vishanti?"
Harry followed Tony's finger, glanced over casually, and nodded with understanding as he explained in a flat tone, "Probably some Kamar-Taj sorcerers from another dimension. They locked the Vishanti sword spell into a stable construct and sold it to this shop to cover operating expenses."
"Huh?" Tony's eyes widened. "You people at Kamar-Taj actually do stuff like that?"
"Of course," Harry said like it was obvious. "Not every sorcerer is rich like me. In some poorer dimensions, even the Sorcerer Supreme has to take commissions in the Crossroads Dimension just to keep their Kamar-Taj running."
In that moment, Tony once again felt the universe's brutal inequality.
Even in the world of magic, there were still two classes: broke and loaded.
As they continued, Tony kept scanning the shops on both sides.
He'd seen plenty of interesting magical items in Asgard, but Asgard clearly couldn't compare to the Crossroads Dimension—let alone the value of the goods.
So he remained intensely curious about everything around him. Whenever he spotted a piece of technology, he'd stop for a moment, trying to dissect how it worked.
Gradually, as they got closer to the center, the shops became more luxurious—and Tony started noticing snippets of conversation drifting through the air.
A shop owner with cat ears was chatting with an elven clerk.
"Did you hear?" the cat-eared owner said. "That Chaos Controller pulled off something huge again."
The elf clerk—clearly used to gossip sessions—immediately lit up. "Yeah, yeah! Can you believe it? He actually went head-to-head with Mephisto!"
The cat-eared owner shrugged like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Makes sense. A few years ago, the Chaos Controller destroyed a small Hell Dimension and ruined Mephisto's plan to become Satan. They've been at each other's throats ever since."
The elf clerk looked awestruck. "Still—only a few years! And Mephisto already took a massive loss to him. I heard even Mephisto's own dimension got wrecked almost halfway!"
"So scary," the elf clerk breathed. "The Chaos Controller really is the multiverse's hottest powerhouse these past few years. He's only been around a short time and he's already a top-tier monster."
"Exactly," the cat-eared owner said, clicking her tongue. "Mephisto's having an awful day. Who knows if he can withstand the other dimensional demon-lords coming for him next. If he can't… Hell's going to shake again."
Tony's expression turned strange. He looked at Harry. "Those two ladies… were they talking about you?"
Harry nodded. "Yep. That was me."
"So you're famous across the multiverse now," Tony said. "But why don't they know what you actually look like?"
"Same reason I hide my face on Earth," Harry replied. "Avoiding trouble. Only a small number of people know what I look like."
"Oh. That tracks…"
Bang!
Tony had been talking and not watching where he was going. He collided with a blue figure that came around a corner.
The blue figure clearly wasn't very sturdy—Tony, wearing his enchanted combat suit, knocked him flying with ease.
Tony realized his mistake and started to step forward to apologize… then froze.
Because behind that blue figure stood more than a dozen blue-skinned, fully armed soldiers.
Seeing their leader get sent flying by a passerby, they didn't hesitate. They raised their blaster rifles and aimed them straight at Tony and Harry.
The two sides squared off.
The surrounding pedestrians didn't scream and scatter. Instead, they gathered closer, munching on popcorn-like snacks as they watched the show.
Scenes like this happened all the time in the Crossroads Dimension.
Some high-and-mighty types—used to throwing their weight around in their home universes—came here and still refused to rein themselves in.
They still thought they were above everyone else. Then they'd break the law out of sheer arrogance, get arrested by the patrol, and wail like banshees.
And that, to the locals, was one of the few truly good forms of entertainment.
At that moment, the elven clerk and the cat-eared shop owner noticed the commotion too. Both of them looked thrilled—completely the type to enjoy chaos from the sidelines.
The cat-eared owner asked eagerly, "So—who do you think wins?"
The elf clerk tilted her head, thought for a long moment, then offered a serious analysis. "In my opinion, the Kree have better odds.
They've got numbers, they're fully armed, and their squad even has augmented soldiers. In the Crossroads Dimension, over ninety percent of people can't beat them."
The cat-eared owner nodded lightly—she actually agreed.
But if everyone picked the same side, it wouldn't be fun.
So she curled her lips into a sly smile. "Then I'm betting on the two humans. Here's the deal: if you're right, I give you a raise. If you're wrong, you lose this month's pay. Want to gamble?"
The elf clerk's eyes went bright. She felt like she'd already won. She nodded rapidly. "Deal, deal! You can't take it back!"
…
Tony had knocked someone flying and could see the scrape on the guy's arm—he'd definitely been hurt. With the atmosphere getting tense, Tony tried to de-escalate first.
"Sorry," Tony said, lifting his hands a little. "Hey—blue guy. I didn't do that on purpose. Maybe I can compensate you."
The second Tony spoke, Harry covered his face with a weary hand.
Seriously… who apologizes like that?
Great. The other side already wasn't friendly, and now the conflict was about to escalate.
Sure enough, the Kree noble didn't relax at all. He got even angrier, pointing at Tony and barking, "You lowborn insect! I am a noble member of the Rogg family—why would I care about your pathetic compensation?
Now kneel. Lick my toes. Then I might give you a quick death!"
Tony didn't indulge that kind of attitude. He shot back out of habit, "Wow. Look at you—skin and bones. One little bump and you flew halfway down the street. What kind of bargain-bin clown calls himself a noble?
Looks like you need a lesson—and I never mind teaching brats."
"You!"
The Kree noble finally snapped. "You filthy mongrel! Kill the one standing next to him! And seize the armored one—I'm going to make him beg for death!"
The instant the order landed, the soldiers surged forward to grab Tony.
The ones rushing Harry weren't nearly as "gentle." They pulled the triggers immediately—head-sized plasma bolts screaming toward Harry.
Harry sighed. He was kindhearted, sure, but he wasn't going to hold back against people trying to kill him.
Before Tony could even move, a streak of green magical light shot forward, precisely striking each plasma bolt and breaking them apart on contact.
After dissolving every single bolt, the disintegration beam didn't dim in the slightest. It swept across the Kree soldiers with terrifying speed.
In the next instant, bursts of bloody mist exploded into the air—then scattered and vanished on the wind.
Within just a few seconds, all the noisy chatter died.
Including the elven clerk and the cat-eared owner, every spectator stared in disbelief at what they'd just seen.
Then, almost as one, they took an involuntary step back.
It was pure instinct—fear of a true powerhouse.
And the Kree noble not far from Harry lost all his earlier arrogance.
To his credit, he had a bit of sense. He forced his trembling legs to behave, plastered on a shaky smile, and tried to flatter his way out.
"Um—honored sir. I… I lost my head just now. I was talking nonsense. I said the wrong thing…"
Then he dropped to his knees without hesitation and started kowtowing hard.
"Please spare my life…"
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